Sylvan Cheney is a wolf, and she's not so foolish as to overlook that fact.
"Who was that man before." Sylvan Cheney grabbed her wrist.
Has Jasmine Yale gone crazy, was he really drunk or just pretending?
Why is she still tangled up with this question?
"A blind date." Jasmine retorted, disgruntled.
"Why are you going on a blind date?"
"Mr. Cheney, have you lost your brains? When a man reaches a certain age, he should marry and when a woman reaches a certain age, she should too. Is it wrong for me to find a boyfriend?"
"Then why don't you choose me?"
Jasmine's heart skipped a beat, she looked up at Sylvan's face.
Under the light, his handsome face was less cold, instead... more... roguish.
Drunk men are unreasonable.
Sylvan Cheney's eyelashes are long, and when he blinked, it was quite affecting.
But Jasmine will never be fooled by him again. The lessons from three years ago are enough for her to remember for a lifetime.
She will never forgive Sylvan Cheney.
